Arwin hadn’t actually been to the basent yet. Lillia had told him that she’d placed her garden below the Devil’s Den, but the ntal image he’d made had turned out to be completely and utterly wrong.
It wasn’t really his fault. When soone said they had a garden in the basent, it was only natural to picture a dingy little box with so half-dead plants in desperate need of sunlight. Arwin had been a bit more optimistic.
He had full faith in Lillia’s abilities, so he was expecting to find so glowing moss and mushroom-adjacent herbage. She’d told him she’d planted the Ashleaf Tree’s seed as well, which he’d been picturing as a small sprout that had just barely pushed a foot above the ground.
Instead, when he got to the basent with Art and Vix in tow, he found a short, black-trunked tree with glistening crimson red leaves. A trill of warning raced down Arwin’s back as soon as they stepped into the room.
The tree was already six feet tall. It lood over the bunches of multicolored herbs in the garden around it, its razor-sharp leaves prid to carve through flesh.
Arwin’s hand was halfway to calling his hamr from within [Arsenal] before he reminded himself that this wasn’t the sa monster that the nagerie had fought in a dungeon.
It helped that Lillia and Kien were just a few paces away from it. An imp stood beside them, apparently having brought a chair in from the tavern above for Kien to sit on. The two of them glanced in the direction of the stairs.
Lillia didn’t look even slightly surprised about the fact that Art and Vix were back. That wasn’t much of a surprise. She knew everything about who ca and left the tavern. Arwin wouldn’t have been surprised if she also knew exactly how their conversation had gone.
“I was under the impression that I was to be avoiding extra attention,” Kien said. He hunched forward in his chair, his ragged hair hanging around his face and casting it into shadow to conceal it from view. “Is sothing the matter?”
“I was just thinking about our earlier discussion,” Arwin said. He nodded back to Art. “And I think the three of you may have sothing in common. Lillia, I don’t know if you picked up our conversation—”
“I did.”
Figured.
“Great,” Arwin said. “What do you think? I imagine you already know what I’m thinking.”
Lillia nodded. She looked from Kien to Art and Vix. “It seems perfectly viable to . No reason it wouldn’t work. I honestly don’t know how much this improves their chances, but if they’re adaptable…”
“I find it remarkably displeasing to be kept in the dark. Would you care to enlighten us?” Art asked. He squinted at Kien, leaning heavily on his staff. Arwin could have sworn that the boy hadn’t needed it nearly as badly on the way down the stairs.
Is he intentionally making himself look weaker in case Kien is a threat? Interesting. I wonder if he’s actually able to fight or if he’s purely focused on information gathering.
“You need an extra mber if you want to make it very far in the Proving Grounds,” Lillia said. “Arwin might not be able to fix the main issue you were hoping he’d take care of quite yet, but this will give you a chance to aim for your goals.”
“You are suggesting we add this man to our group?” Vix said with a small frown. “Is he a mber of the nagerie?”
“No,” Arwin said.
“Then why?” Art tilted his head to the side. His deck made an appearance from his pocket and he rifled through it before pulling a card free. Arwin couldn’t read its face, but Art read over it before frowning. “He doesn’t have any magical strength. This isn’t even an adventurer.”
Is that deck sohow magically reading people’s abilities? That seems ridiculously strong. I’d love to know how it works and what level of information it can give… but it also seems a bit inconsistent. Unless Art is hiding it, he doesn’t seem to recognize who Kien used to be. He was able to tell who I was, though. I wonder why.
“I have a similar question,” Kien said. He tapped a finger on his knee. “Why would I want to ally with children?”
“We’re not children,” Vix said, her voice growing taut.
“Because you both want to win the tournant, and you’re both in need of a team. None of you have a chance of making it where you want to be as you are now. It’s up to you lot if you want to work together or not. I’m just trying to help.”
“Why?” Art asked. “What do you get out of giving us a teammate? If this man isn’t actually as weak as he appears to be, then you’re just making the tournant even harder for yourself.”
“Because I don’t need to have others at a disadvantage to win. Our team will not allow themselves to lose — and I don’t see any reason to not help all of us get what we want. I can assure you that Kien is capable, and he will be even more so within a few days.”
“And what of them?” Kien asked. “You know what I must do. You give children for a task like this? Do they know what I seek?”
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“No. I don’t go around spilling others’ secrets. If you want to work together, that’s for the three of you to share. I’m just performing an introduction and vouching for your abilities.”
“You’ve seen him fight?” Art asked, tilting his head to the side. He looked from Arwin to the card he’d drawn, then up to Kien. Art’s brow furrowed and he shook the card as if it had wet ink on it. “Huh. That’s odd. Who are you?”
“My identity is unimportant,” Kien said. “What reason do you have to enter this tournant, and what skill do you bring to the table?”
“Your na is Kien. Just Kien. No last na. How odd,” Art said. His brow furrowed. “And I was wrong. You are an Adventurer. Or… at least, you were. I think. Why is the sh so muddy around you? Is it so form of advanced concealnt ability? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“You recognize ?” Kien asked, his back stiffening.
“No,” Art said. He turned the card around and flicked it to Kien, who caught it from the air. “Kien isn’t an uncommon na.”
The man examined the card. His eyebrows twitched. “You made this? Is there more? Can you see anything else?”
Art’s lips twitched up in the faintest smile. “What do you bring to the table? I’m not sharing the extent of my abilities with soone that’s going to be in the Proving Grounds if they aren’t on my team.”
Kien let out a dry laugh. “Fair play. I’m afraid there isn’t much I can brag about. I am nothing but a shell. Arwin is… arranging to fix that.”
“Can you fight?” Vix asked. “That’s all that matters. How skilled are you at combat?”
“Skill is such a relative term,” Kien said. “I have held my own.”
“Then show us.” Vix blurred, slipping through a shadow. Arwin montarily lost track of the girl as she vanished from view, using the darkness of the basent as cover. A flash of silver glinted as a dagger carved down for Kien’s chest.
The man twisted to the side, letting the weapon pass by him harmlessly. His hand snapped out, striking Vix in the chest and knocking her from the darkness she hid in.
She rolled with the blow and vanished. A ripple of darkness marked her return behind Kien. A second dagger appeared in Vix’s other hand and she brought both of them streaking down for Kien’s back.
Kien vaulted back, dodging the blow and passing clean over the chair he’d been sitting in. He used Vix’s head as a springboard to launch himself even higher into the air and landed behind her, a foot snapping out in a kick.
Vix vanished an instant before it could connect. She reappeared at his side, a blade streaking for his side.
Kien crossed his hands, catching her arm. Vix flicked her hand, flinging the dagger at his shoulder.
He shoved her back with one hand and the other darted out, grabbing the dagger from the air, bringing it up just in ti to block another one of Vix’s strikes. They remained locked in place for a second, matched in strength.
“This is not an apt test of skill,” Kien said. “True is strength is shown in a battle where life is at the line, not in sport.”
“I wasn’t trying to test your abilities,” Vix said, stepping back and letting her dagger lower. She looked to Art. “Well?”
The boy rifled through his deck of cards. They danced through his hands in an oddly satisfying dance before he pulled one free and read over it. His features were impossible to read as he returned the card to his hand. “That’s interesting. You’re a good on.”
“A good on?” Kien let out a raspy laugh. “There’s sothing new. Haven’t heard that one before. And what makes you think that?”
“Just a suspicion,” Art said. He returned the deck of cards to his side. “I’ll be honest, I was just fishing for information. If Arwin is sponsoring you, then that’s enough of a reason for to want you on my team. Are you aware that we will be competing with him?”
“I do not have any desire to win the Proving Grounds.” Kien turned his gaze to Arwin. “They are trustworthy?”
“No,” Arwin said honestly. “Not yet. But we have an alliance. I don’t think our goals are opposed… and Art is the pragmatic sort.”
Kien nodded. “That’s enough for . I am only attending the Proving Grounds to kill a man. If I can accomplish that, I do not care who wins.”
“Not the best pitch for yourself. Sounds like you aren’t even going to help us that much,” Vix said. “We are looking to win.”
“Why?” Kien asked. “What purpose does it serve?”
“We need a question answered,” Art said.
“And a heart fixed,” Arwin said dryly.
Kien’s head tilted. Then a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Another one? They were rejected, then. That’s why they need to win the tournant?”
“That’s it,” Art said, his eyes lighting up in realization. “That’s what’s odd about you. You ca to Arwin to get your magic repaired? Then an injury or so manner of curse is what is obscuring your powers. I didn’t even realize that was possible.”
“Nor did I,” Kien said. “But it seems there is much in the world that we did not understand. Arwin — you realize that, if I am to partner with this team, I will be actively working to defeat your team?”
“You’ll be wearing my gear,” Arwin said with a laugh. “I win no matter what. We want to win — but I have faith in our team. I already said I’m fine with you working together. In the end, it’s a tournant. That doesn’t an we have to be enemies. There’s a lot that I think our groups can gain from each other.”
Vix glanced to Art, who nodded his approval.
“I’m not entirely sure why yet, but we want him on our team,” Art said. “It seems he will be instruntal… but he’s not ready yet. We need to wait for sothing. I am just unsure as to what it is. Everything about him is clouded.”
“You’re correct about that,” Arwin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And he’s not the only one that’s unprepared. Lillia, how is their gear?”
“Bad,” Lillia said. “Basic or nonexistent.”
“And you really think you’re getting anywhere in the tournant?” Arwin asked, arching an eyebrow. “Your skills aren’t that high — unless you’re hiding a lot more than you seem to be.”
“It was a problem to deal with at a later mont,” Art said. “Vix is very talented.”
Vix shifted uncomfortably at the praise. “Our family is not wealthy, Arwin. Not anymore. I’m sure Rodrick told you as much. We will make do with what we have.”
“I can’t really have that.” Arwin locked eyes with Kien. “There’s a lot more to this tournant than you may believe, Art. I’m not helping you out from the kindness of my heart. Kien’s goals align heavily with my own, so I need to make sure you make it far enough to accomplish them.”
Art blinked. “You’re… going to craft equipnt for all of us?”
“Unfortunately not. That would be a bit much. I’ve already got a lot on my plate. Kien is the only one getting a custom weapon from — but I happen to be in possession of so connections that should suite our burgeoning partnership perfectly.” A smile pulled across Arwin’s lips and he looked over his shoulder. “I think Monica should be awake quite soon. Her husband happens to be in control of a rchant guild. A guild that wants an opportunity to start building its na in Milten… and I get the sneaking suspicion the Montibeau family might be willing to lend you their funding as well. They happen to owe a bit of a favor. If we’re going to do this, then we’re doing it right. We going to aim for first and second place in this tournant.”
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